if u cares i forgives u , cuz u tried to think i would not see that what i writte wont be visible until moderator accepted,, YOUR GONNA HELP ME TO FIND REQUIEM OUT FROM HIS RABBIT HOLE
i like thes words rabitt, he teached nme that word: he i f i can listen the hole music fronm somthing he puts me in the last rabbit hole je sais pas cque ca veut dire???
am lucky my wife work cuz under lsd i dont know what she would think, she never hear lsd
@Requiem 567583 wrote:
wake up ori continues, u explained me each like it rings comon plz mrs robison gaved up with me but she could support me 24 hours
@iliesse 593040 wrote:
wake up ori continues, u explained me each like it rings comon plz mrs robison gaved up with me but she could support me 24 hours
I haven’t given up on you, I need sleep :/
And I think you should try and get some sleep before your wife comes home.
@iliesse 593040 wrote:
wake up ori continues, u explained me each like it rings comon plz mrs robison gaved up with me but she could support me 24 hours
I haven’t given up on you, I need sleep :/
And I think you should try and get some sleep before your wife comes home.
@MrsRobinson 593042 wrote:
I haven’t given up on you, I need sleep :/
And I think you should try and get some sleep before your wife comes home.
she comes at 9 in the evening today, she works with old people dying like u .
: do u know this
.Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses?……. What do you see?
What are you thinking……. when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man,……. not very wise,
Uncertain of habit……. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food……. and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice……. ’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice……. the things that you do.
And forever is losing……. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not……. lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding……. The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?……. Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse……. you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am……. as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ……. as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten……. with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters……. who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen……. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now……. a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty……. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows……. that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now……. I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide……. And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty……. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other……. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons……. have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me……. to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more,……. Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children……. My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me……. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future……. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing……. young of their own.
And I think of the years……. And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man……. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age……. look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles……. grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone……. where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass……. A young man still dwells,
And now and again……. my battered heart swells
I remember the joys……. I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living……. life over again.
I think of the years, all too few……. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact……. that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people……. open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer… see……. ME!!
@iliesse 593044 wrote:
she comes at 9 in the evening today, she works with old people dying like u .
: do u know this.Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses?……. What do you see?
What are you thinking……. when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man,……. not very wise,
Uncertain of habit……. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food……. and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice……. ’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice……. the things that you do.
And forever is losing……. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not……. lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding……. The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?……. Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse……. you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am……. as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ……. as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten……. with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters……. who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen……. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now……. a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty……. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows……. that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now……. I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide……. And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty……. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other……. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons……. have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me……. to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more,……. Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children……. My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me……. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future……. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing……. young of their own.
And I think of the years……. And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man……. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age……. look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles……. grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone……. where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass……. A young man still dwells,
And now and again……. my battered heart swells
I remember the joys……. I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living……. life over again.
I think of the years, all too few……. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact……. that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people……. open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer… see……. ME!!
That text is really sad.
But I don’t look at old people like that, I know that one day, it’s gonna me.
@iliesse 593044 wrote:
she comes at 9 in the evening today, she works with old people dying like u .
: do u know this.Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses?……. What do you see?
What are you thinking……. when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man,……. not very wise,
Uncertain of habit……. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food……. and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice……. ’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice……. the things that you do.
And forever is losing……. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not……. lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding……. The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?……. Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse……. you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am……. as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ……. as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten……. with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters……. who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen……. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now……. a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty……. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows……. that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now……. I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide……. And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty……. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other……. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons……. have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me……. to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more,……. Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children……. My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me……. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future……. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing……. young of their own.
And I think of the years……. And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man……. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age……. look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles……. grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone……. where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass……. A young man still dwells,
And now and again……. my battered heart swells
I remember the joys……. I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living……. life over again.
I think of the years, all too few……. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact……. that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people……. open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer… see……. ME!!
That text is really sad.
But I don’t look at old people like that, I know that one day, it’s gonna me.
@iliesse 593046 wrote:
WITH MY WIFE ITS TO LATE
I GIVE UP
Don’t say that 🙁
@iliesse 593046 wrote:
WITH MY WIFE ITS TO LATE
I GIVE UP
Don’t say that 🙁
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